day, and that other means of amusement must be resorted to, as
Archie was getting clamorous to find his employers. To my
suggestion to get a livery rig and take him for a ride, Dorg
agreed. "Take him down the river to Spearville," I urged, "and
try and break into the calaboose if you can. Paint the town red
while you're about it, and if you both land in the lock-up, all
the better. If the rascal insists on coming back to Dodge, start
after night, get lost, and land somewhere farther down the river.
Keep him away from this town for a week, and I'll gamble that you
boss a herd for old man Don next year."

The afternoon was waning. The buyers might return at any moment,
as Forrest's herd had no doubt crossed the river but a few miles
above town.

I was impatiently watching the boys, as Dorg and Wayne cautiously
herded Tolleston around to a livery stable, when my brother Bob
rode up. He informed me that he had moved his camp that day
across to the Saw Log; that he had done so to accommodate Jim
Flood and The Rebel with a camp; their herds were due on the
Mulberry that evening. The former had stayed all night at Bob's
wagon, and reported his cattle, considering the dry season, in
good condition. As my brother expected to remain in town
overnight, I proposed starting for my camp as soon as Seay and
his ward drove out of sight. They parleyed enough before going to
unnerve a saint, but finally, with the little toy wagon on
Tolleston's knee and the other driving, they started. Hurrahing
my lads to saddle up, we rode past the stable where Seay had
secured the conveyance; and while I was posting the stable-keeper
not to be uneasy if the rig was gone a week, Siringo and the